I admit, it is something I worry about - alienating and nauseating readers with the adult content of the strip. I, personally, fall into the Max camp (obviously), but I know what being Gina is like, too. I guess, at the end of the day, the adult content of Leftover Soup is as much a part of it as the philosophy discussions and the board games... if you're grievously offended by jokes about threesomes or the protein content of semen, you can either muscle through it or go read something else.
I will point out that both Max and Gina have grown - or, at least, changed - between strip #1 and now. This is not a conversation they would have had earlier. And, in spite of everything, they are friends and shall remain so for the foreseeable future, as improbable as that may be. I like their relationship.
(Thursday evening, INT: Overdrive Computers, back room)
GU: Y'know, Max, I didn't say anything at the time, but I'm going to say something now. Walking in on... on an orgy did not arouse me. It grossed me out. Seeing and hearing about your sexual exploits makes me feel uncomfortable sometimes. I... I don't like it.
MH: Gina, if you'd said that a few weeks ago, I would have brushed it off. I would have called it "taking you out of your comfort zone" and insisted that it was a good thing. But... you're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be shoving things in your face without your permission. I apologize and I'll try to do it less in future.
GU: I forgive you.
MH: Thanks, babe.
EB: Well, holy shit. Somebody check outside for flying pigs.
MH: Now, that being said, Gina, if you ever do need things shoved in your face, by all means, let me know. I know some guys with some things that fit especially well in faces.
EB: Aaaand never mind. Pigs are probably fine.